Mutter Mutter

There is a stain glass window which now means much to me. I look at it every morning and evening when I say my prayers. The window tells the story of the visit of some chaps who have been to Cash-converters and snapped up gold, frankincense and myrrh. To be sure their gifts are a little unusual to bring to the baby shower that no-one wants to miss.

At the beginning of the day I wonder what I might try and offer to the people. Do I offer things divine, (frankincense), outstanding triumphant things (Gold) or do I sometimes walk into the midst of sadness (myrrh).

At the end of the day I try to reflect on what the day has offered to me. Sometimes gold, sometimes frankincense, sometimes myrrh.

The plan is to integrate all three into a wholesome little priesty. All three are necessary and pretty much daily fare. At this time of year, early in the morning, the window is just a solemn black sheet of glass. I know what’s there, it’s just that it has no light to illuminate the colours and the picture. I was turning this over  in my mind and I realised that there are some days that are like this black pane of glass. I know what’s there. I know the colours and the patterns and the gifts, but the beauty is hidden from me and the going is a little more sluggish. Does this mean that the beauty is no longer there, that the gifts have somehow mysteriously vanished? Not so. Everything is still there, still authentic and just as potent as it has ever been. It’s just that things are obscured for this little while. Perhaps in these ‘concealed times’ it is our turn to make some light.